Victoria Schwab

the time I finish showering, the locker room is mercifully empty, no prying eyes to watch as I loop the key back over my head, tucking it under my collar.

see him, but he doesn’t see me—not at first

halfway to the dining hall with a book

Does it make you wish we’d never met?”

having you in my life is terrifying an

The Archive teaches us to break our lives into pieces and to keep those pieces secret, separate. “But what about later

He fidgets, as if being here with me is uncomfortable, as if my gaze is painful